So here we are, standing in the bright, innocent aisle of a grocery store, looking at cherries. The tiny pit inside each one holds a chemical secret, but so does every leaf of spinach, every sip of wine, every breath of city air. Fear is made of ignorance, not cyanide.
What this little fact teaches us is beautifully simple: life is a series of tiny, manageable risks. The cherry pit is a metaphor. You can spit out the bitterness, or you can savor the sweet flesh around it and trust your resilience.
Go ahead. Eat the cherry. Spit the pit. And maybe save a few for a cocktail. Your body already knows exactly what to do.
